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The Tenant
06:35
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Stay away from the window
Stay away from the door
There´s a shadow on the landing
Silhouetted against the floor
And it doesn´t move at all
They hide behind their curtains
They creep along the corridors
Haunt the corners of this place
They lurk behind the spy-hole
A grim glare finds a focus on a fractured face
Goggle-eyed cyclops with gossiping slime-gobs is branding your name
Goat-like laughter from goitrous necks
Guffaw congeals in the fevered brain
The self-righteous and poisonious finger points to blame
You´re namelessly stained
And I can´t get no wink of sleep at all
I hear their whisper break these walls
Can´t overhear their wicked lies
Can´t recognise the hidden spies
Watched on by their distant eyes
Watched on by their distant eyes
Watched on by their distant eyes
Watched on by distant eyes
Portcullis is shut
The bridges are burning - but
From my towers I see the foe has fortified
My sweet sweet home is really a castle
A fortress that lies besieged
And I can´t get no wink of sleep at all
I hear their whisper break these walls
Can´t overhear their wicked lies
Can´t recognise the hidden spies
Watched on by their distant eyes
Watched on by their distant eyes
Watched on by their distant eyes
Watched on by distant eyes
No light
No motion
No touch
No sound
I can´t live underground
Thy home is thy castle
Blessed by unearthly hands
Be thy doors and windows bolted
Every man is meant an island
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2. |
A Change In The Weather
05:51
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Somewhere out on the edge of town
Lies a creature weltering in a lake of blood
From the wound that will not heal
The blood that won´t congeal
Is trickling down the knife into the crusted mud
A heart that cannot beat
In the tension of this sluggish land
And the heat
Grabs all motion with its silent hand
And all life drowns in the quick-sand
Waiting, waiting for a change in the weather
Waiting for a change that will never
That will never come again
Waiting, waiting for a change in the weather
Waiting for a change that will never
That will never come again
A clenching crystal fist
With the power of an amethyst
Has crumbled to the dust that covers this ground
Above the social grunt
And your life that seems so blunt
The vultures are about to settle down
Abd lurk for the break-out of the brave
And the sun has trapped another in its mesh
A glowing grave
For the worm that turns inside the flesh
And the flesh burns in the heat-wave
Waiting, waiting for a change in the weather
Waiting for a change that will never
That will never come again
Waiting, waiting for a change in the weather
Waiting for a change that will never
That will never come again
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3. |
Movieblind
03:01
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There once was a time you got hooked to the camera eye
Teasing and squeezing out a life from The Packs Of Shanghai
Hard time lover
Don´t take cover
'Til you see what it´s been but
(Trying hard to see)
We're movieblind
(What's it going to be?)
We're movieblind
Take to the place where the shutters are speeding away
For a life in the limelight is darker than a walk out on the Champs Elysées
The stars that shine
Turn out malign
Let me know how you've been 'cos
(Trying hard to see)
We're movieblind
(What's it going to be?)
We're movieblind
Yeah?
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4. |
The Corner
05:30
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Unshaded lightbulbs suck the eyes
Shattered nerves are brutalized
With every move are bound to crack
And finally comes the sheer attack
The wire mesh that shrouds the bars
The sun that filters through the glass
The frosted panes are greased and stained
He´ll never see pure light again
Weltering in sweat-drenched sleep
The wounded flesh will always creep
Recurrent nightmares of the dead
Their voices roar inside his head
The cell´s a cauldron in the heat
That measures ten by seven feet
The walls of Death Row bear no sound
Suffocating underground
The beast of prey
Is now at bay
His feet are dangling from a chair
Too numb to flee
Too tired to strive
This creature has been without lair
And chased for all his life
The chamber´s lit like Halloween
The noose hangs swinging `neath the beams
A spider´s spinning the last thread
For the fly to struggle in its web
No witness there to speak
The horror stings too deep
The chaplain speaks a final prayer
One must endure the final glare
The thirteen steps, the noose, the mask
The snap that ends the hangman's task
The snap that ends the hangman's task
In the Corner loom the gallows
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5. |
Back To The Streets
05:36
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A world of colours
A world so cold and bright
Every picture is mirrored black-and-white
Left on my own
I ran away from home
All alone
When I'm losing the beat
Music calls me back to streets
Their rhythm always got me by my feet
On the streets
Their rhythm always got me by my feet
On the streets
A world of changes
A world with no control
Under covers that bury heart and soul
Burning from your kiss
I ran away from this
All alone
When I'm losing the beat
Music calls me back to streets
Their rhythm always got me by my feet
On the streets
Their rhythm always got me by my feet
On the streets
On the streets
Their rhythm always got me by my feet
On the streets
Their rhythm got me and I´m coming back to the streets
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The fireworm crawls through the darkness
Unconscious of what´s hiding in its bowels
Undisturbed and unsuspecting
The passengers are sleeping cheek by jowl
Warm breath has damped the windows
Now scab has formed around the frozen bite
No cure within compartments
No junction to rejoin the world outside
The Wet Hand prowls the corridors
Leaves a sweaty trail behind
A smell of bitter almond
Is rising from the wine
The train is breaking through the depths of the night
But the passage is too narrow for a flight
The storm is raging and the hunters are weatherbound
Groping for our tail-end lights
Too slow to cross the line again
The worm feeds on conductors
Their accumulated minds have been distilled
And aged in dark intestines
Digested to mere excrements of our will
The panes are stained by noses
A shadows stalking past their vacant eyes
Aligned spasmodic poses
Focusing the crowd waving goodbye
The Wet Hand lays its leather
Around our sweaty necks
We´re to die in drying weather
Dried up to our dregs
The engines drone against the push of the day
No blindfolds to keep the dawn at bay
Compartmentalized and caught in this funeral hearse
Carried closer to her rays
The train is breaking through the depths of the night
But the passage is too narrow for a flight
The storm is raging and the hunters are weatherbound
Groping for our tail-end lights
The Wet Hand strangles us and never will loose its grip
Till we fade into the dead-end night
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7. |
Flotsam And Jetsam
06:55
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And when the sun has left and dreamy shadows pass you by
Across the ripples' play and all along the shoreward sky
Visions flee, disturbing daylight´s golden rust
Above the sea, forever echoes in the dusk
But who of us had ever seen
The water's face when sorrow shrouds its sheet
I find a drear old trace of long-forgotten sailor-tales
Awashing images of solemn ships and distant sails
In the misty haze loom faces that had no return
On some haunted place their souls were left to yearn
So as the skylight disappears
The night has filled with heavy leaden tears
Stranded flotsam and floating jetsam
Are yearning for a home on the shore
And so's the one who semaphores to be found
On his little piece of ground
Don't let this sinking ship get drowned again
And when some mighty force sets the launch on unknown course
Forever doomed to stray and to be merged with its final source
The moonlight's cloak leaves scary features on your heart
A subtle joke is tearing you apart
The moonrays mock your clutching hand
A withered reach left patterns in the sand
Stranded flotsam and floating jetsam
Are yearning for a home on the shore
And so's the one who semaphores to be found
On his little piece of ground
Don't let this sinking ship get drowned again
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8. |
Family Day
11:12
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Bewildered gazes
From bloodshot eyes
The airs and graces
To hide the lie
Momentary carelessness
(Out of prematurity)
Arbitrary recklessness
(Out of curiosity)
A word lies on the tip
Your conscience fails to grip
Some splinters flee the tongues
Then the word begins to slip
And mouths are running dry
But the wicked ones are lucky
No suspicion in his eyes
Today's the day to celebrate
The union of the family
Pass around the warm fresh cake
The fruit of hospitality
Today's the day to celebrate
The union of the family
Pass around the warm fresh cake
And taste this fruit of hospitality
But the storm within their minds will not abate
The hostile glances
A hollow smile to match
So high the chances
He won´t escape the catch
Permanently heeding
(The chance to win the fight)
Permanently feeding
(The hope to break the night)
The snapshot and the negative
Will hold a mental sedative
To soothe a darkened memory
But the ring of aged relatives
Hide no aces up their sleeves
They can´t await the moment
When everyone´s released
As silence drowns the table-talk
Their minds begin to quiver
Limbs dissolved in shivers
And later on their frozen faces
Are distorted by the greed
For pure revenge
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Interphases Stuttgart, Germany
INTERPHASES are a German band from Stuttgart who have been developing their interpretation of theatrical-dramatic rock music since the early eighties, unimpressed by trends and hipness. / INTERPHASES sind eine deutsche Band aus Stuttgart, die seid den frühen Achtzigern unbeeindruckt von allen modischen Trends ihre Interpretation von theatralisch-dramatischer Rockmusik entwickelt. ... more
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